My Alpha Wants Two Lunas I'm Done novel Chapter 2

Laila's POV:

"Are you crazy, Laila? You're being childish."

Holt looked at me with pity, like I was being unreasonable.

"If you leave the Ironclaw Pack—leave me—where would you go? You're not like Maris. She's a thorn that grew in the wild. She can survive anywhere and stab back if needed. But you..."

His eyes drifted over my bare neck and shoulders, which were still covered in the marks he had left.

His tone was full of contempt. "You're so delicate. Without my protection, the starving Rogues out there would eat you alive. And the best outcome? You'd get sold into some filthy red-light district and end up as a prostitute."

He had lost his patience. Every second spent explaining felt like a waste to him. "This is over. Your opinion isn't going to change anything. Know your place, Laila."

He turned and walked out. The sound of the door closing wasn't loud, but it felt like a hammer hitting my chest.

I didn't move. I didn't chase him.

My heart felt like a giant, empty hole where a cold wind was blowing through, stripping away any warmth I had left.

I remembered the day we got the news that my father and brothers had died on the battlefield.

My mother had called me home from Moonlight Academy. She held my hands so hard it hurt, her voice shook. "Laila, drop out of school... Please. I don't want you following your father and brothers. I don't want you on a battlefield. I don't want to see your body come home in pieces... You're all I have left. Promise me you'll stay safe. Get married, have kids, and live an ordinary life... Please..."

Her tears were burning hot on my hands. Those tears were what finally silenced the warrior spirit of the Silvermoon Pack inside me.

I gave in.

I dropped out of Moonlight Academy—the most elite werewolf academy in Rydar Kingdom. They only take the best of the best, and I was the top Alpha-level student in my class.

But after that day, I locked down my wolf spirit.

My mom told everyone that her daughter's wolf was too weak to fight. After that, no one in Silvermoon Pack mentioned me inheriting the Alpha position again.

I hid my claws and fangs. I learned noble etiquette. I studied my Luna mother and learned how she managed a huge pack. I pretended to be a "weak Omega."

When I grew up, fate led me to my fated mate—Holt. But he wasn't my only option. Because the Silvermoon Pack had lost its strongest fighters, our rich territory became a target for ambitious men. Guys were lining up to marry me, all of them faking love while plotting to take our land.

I chose Holt.

Because he was my fated mate, and because he stood in front of the Moon Goddess's statue and swore to my mother that he would love only me and never take a single inch of Silvermoon's land.

On our wedding night, Holt didn't even get to mark me before he was called to the war. I stayed behind to run his pack until six months ago, when everything went wrong.

Werewolves from the Solantia Kingdom launched a surprise attack on the Silvermoon Pack. My mother, my sisters-in-law, my friends ... they were all slaughtered. It was a bloodbath. It looked like they had been ripped apart by monsters.

By the time I rushed back from the Ironclaw Pack, all I saw were ruins and dried blood. And then ... I found my mother's head, tossed aside in the yard like trash.

Silvermoon Pack was gone.

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